CHAPTER ONE
Chrissy
I love my name.
Now.
I don’t feel all the hate for it from back in junior high and high school. My name is Chrissy. It’s not short for anything. Chrissy. Not Christina. The dislike for it back then, well the name is kind of immature. It’s something a little girl gets called and not an adult.
And that’s part of why I love it now.
I love it now because I want to be a little girl more than I want anything else. Of course, the kind of little girl I want to be is nothing like the kind of little girl from back then. I want to be a little girl with a Daddy. I want to have what my friend Kellie has with her Daddy, Marcus. I want to have what my friend Tami has with her Daddy, Jack.
We talk about it all the time and I am fortunate because I get to go to playdates with them even though I am not an actual little girl now. It’s part of a kinky lifestyle, kind of. Actually, I don’t like thinking of it as kinky because it’s a lot more than sex. I guess officially it’s part of that, part of BDSM. They call it age play or DDlg. DD stands for Daddy Dom. The Dom part means the Daddy is in control. The lg stands for little girl, and that’s what I want to be.
I want a Daddy to take care of me. I want a Daddy to protect me. I want a Daddy to treat me like his little princess. That’s the part I love. It’s not even about sex. It’s about the emotions.
Yeah, which is why I’m trying to figure out a way to leave my friend’s house and get home to masturbate. It’s all about the emotions! It’s pretty silly for me to be all high and mighty and focus on the other things a Daddy/little girl relationship gives when the thing that defines me right now is arousal. All of these thoughts are kind of silly to focus on when I’m horny as hell at the moment and it’s all because I’m looking at a man I know is a Daddy and I know is unattached right now.
Roger.
I see him right now because I am on a playdate. It’s just like it sounds. It’s when Daddies bring their little girls together to do little girl things. I’m here with Kellie, Tami and Brittney. They invited me to come, too. Only Brittney’s Daddy is there. We’re at her house and I swear to God, her Daddy is about the scariest looking guy on Earth. Oh, he’s sexy and all that but he’s… I don’t know how to explain it. I think he was in the CIA or something. I mean, he’s like James Bond or something except…
He's really, really nice! I don’t mean that he scares me. I just mean there are some people who look like they won’t hesitate to snap a bad guy in half. That’s how he looks and that’s kind of scary even if I’m not a bad guy. He’s scary the way the hero of an action movie is scary. He’s still the hero, though. I get a text. It’s just a notification from one of my cell phone apps. Nonetheless, I use it as an excuse to leave the party, claiming I forgot something I have to take care of.
I really do have something to take care of but it has nothing to do with the text.
Twenty minutes later, if anyone broke into my place, they could easily find me by following the trail of clothing I’ve left from the front door to my bedroom. As I climb onto the bed, I’m so desperately horny, I can’t even think clearly. I actually stop and run back along the trail of clothes just to make sure I locked the door.
It’s locked.
And I run just as fast back the bed. “Daddy!” I whisper as I crawl on. “Oh, Daddy!” I roll over and my hands move over my breasts. This is not the first time I utter those words while masturbating. This is the first time, though, that I have a face to associate with Daddy. Roger’s face is in my mind and as I squeeze my breasts and torment my nipples a little bit, I imagine the hands belong to him. “Roger,” I whisper. “Oh Daddy.”
Man, this is shockingly good.
I guess I masturbate as much as the next girl.
No, since learning about Daddies from my friend, I masturbate more than the next girl. Before, though, it happened two or three times a week. Even turned on by the idea of a Daddy, though, masturbation is really just a poor substitute for the real thing. It’s always slightly disappointing. It feels good but not good enough. The orgasms give release but not enough.
Except not now.
It’s not like that at all now!
On the contrary, my nipples feel almost like they’re clits, so much pleasure rushes out of them. As for my clit, the way I rub it is… Holy crap! I didn’t even realize my hand had already gone down there. I moan loudly as I increase the speed of my finger gliding over my little hooded pleasure-button and I actually squeeze my nipples hard enough it almost hurts, like it might if Daddy, Roger, was just too carried away by fucking me to be careful.
Jesus!
I moan loudly and then I can’t hold back. The orgasm hits and I shriek as I slip a finger into my pussy and then another. I move my fingers fast as my pussy clenches and unclenches and almost harsh pleasure claims me, making my stomach tense up so powerfully, I almost feel paralyzed. I cry out, “Daddy!” again but it only comes out in a wheezing whisper because all my air is gone.
I don’t know how long the orgasm lasts. All I know for certain is that I eventually stop moving my fingers. I’m completely wrecked and staring at the ceiling when I realize that. I don’t know how long I’ve been still with my fingers still buried deep inside of me. I still just stare at the ceiling, almost like I can’t get my body to actually move at all.
I wake up a few hours later to the sound of my phone and realize at some point my fingers left because they are out of my pussy. A glance at the phone almost stops my heart. Roger.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I’m on my way to your place,” he says. “Are you home?”